JimMorrison

Obviously, we resolved it in chat.

Well, you’ve taken shots at two reviews in a row with huge inaccuracies, so there are two possibilities: either you don’t know what you’re talking about or you’re just another one who falls straight into the already huge crowd of idiots at DeBaser. I hope it’s the first (given the fairly sensible response above), otherwise it wouldn’t even be worth discussing. Clapton's solo career is precisely "good" and not excellent, which is what one would expect from him considering his immense talent. Obviously, there are some top-level highlights, but the imaginary line that marks the course of his solo career has some extremely high peaks but also many low points. To say, however, that this is the pinnacle of Clapton's blues (I can’t recall anything else from him except blues) seems like a stretch. In the end, we’re talking about reinterpretations of old blues here, so: how can you make a comparison?

So I have to find it for you.

Nice memories these too...

More than a Qzé, don’t you remember, blessed boy? You played at being Michele from Glen Grant (don’t deny I’ll catch your comment somewhere) and you used to tease me, who was an expert in nurses (your cousins). In fact, I was the "Doctor." Azzchebell. Hi Miché.

Sure, "uncommon," the negation of common. Then I'll explain in private, I'm afraid of the postal police...

Well, if it's already set up, I just need the euro converter, damn, one that works, without having to do anything, utopia, really?, don't tell me, I want it, I'll snag it from your wallet, I'll pay you for it, send it to me, come on. You can also send me the CD, I can't say no to that.

When we were young, we spent our evenings among joints, big drinks, guitars, and rock, while they spent their evenings among joints, big drinks, baggy pants, and rapping on the street. Like, a girl walks by and they go: "Oh what a beautiful girl, you're already in my life, make me a proposal, I’ve got the suppository ready." You must see how they picked up girls...

You’re offending me, Qzé. I had offered to buy that euroconverter despite my nature as a time-waster, but you just won’t let it go, now I don’t want it anymore, keep it close to your heart. In any case: how the hell do you know them? Don’t tell me they came to do some gigs in Bari; I don’t remember any circus tents set up around.

But they're two idiots...